Deidameia

“If Mother follows me, he will be her faithful slave, just as he is mine. But if she refuses me until the end—then he, my slave, shall become Mother’s master.” The Trojan War has ended. And with its conclusion, my son Neoptolemus, who despises me, has returned. When things did not go as he desired, the boy thrust a male slave upon me, claiming he was to be my husband. Since Achilles left, I had no need for any man. I did not want one. I did not even wish to think of one. After all, all men are the same. This man, Helenus, would be no different. “Helenus, I do not know what you are expecting, but whatever it is, you will not get what you want.” Yet, no matter how much I tried to intim...